I'm a dick. (posting challenge: day four)

I just realized today that I have missed every single wedding of my college friends. Through some combination of apathy and circumstance, I've missed them all. That's just weird.

When one comes up, there's always a ready rationale for why I can't go. It seems reasonable to me at the time, but I always regret the decision afterwards. I'll be working for the rest of my life, but (hopefully) they'll only get married once.

The worst part is that this isn't just weddings; it's keeping in touch, it's taking little trips to hang out, it's remembering them and the rockin times. I guess absence only makes the heart grow fonder when you've known the person for more than four years or something. That phrase sucked to begin with, anyway.

So why the remorse? It boils down to this: if my friends acted like I do, I probably wouldn't want them as friends.

I need to stop listening to this melancholy music.

(coming tomorrow: a story with a dead narrator. how cliche!)